Regret
What is regret?
A memory
Of a thought
A feeling
An emotion
An action
An inaction?
I’m really not sure.
But all I know is
It hurts.
The memory
The thought
The feeling
The emotion
The action
The inaction.
It tears me apart
From the inside out.
With nowhere to turn.
No way to say
I am sorry.
No way to sigh with relief.
No way to ask forgiveness.
No. Regret
Is far more complicated.
Than a memory
A thought
A feeling
An emotion
An action or
An inaction.
It is all encompassing
And all consuming
And unrelenting.
And it sticks with you.
You see it when you look in the mirror
Or when you make your coffee
Or when you pour your wine
When you laugh at a joke
Or grimace at an awkwardness
It stays with you
Wanted or not
It’s like an old friend
And you wear it like
A scratchy jersey.
Heavy
Irritating
Constantly “there”.
Engulfing you with unwanted warmth.
Sticky.
And needing to shower.
It doesn’t warrant
An escaping tear
Or show of emotion
No.
It warrants truth.
It warrants an awkward silence
A nod of recognition.
It warrants an apology.
Regret.
A hollow echo of something
That should or should not have happened.
I really don’t know.
Unfortunately.
But, what I do know,
Is that it hurts.
And it will continue to hurt
Until I no longer have breath.
And all I can say
Wholeheartedly
Is that
I am so sorry.
Copyright © Ali K | Year Posted 2019
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